The Thought of It...

I cringe. Almost everytime.


Every Friday I hear that voice, the voice I loathe. The voice that makes my blood boil. I thought it was during those but now it's all the time. So please, please, don't remind me. Just stop. I can't handle this anymore. I never had the guts to tell you. I don't want people hurt because of me. I really don't.

I'm sorry I never told you. I probably never will. I could say a whole lot more, a really lot more, but I won't. I will never tell but... I probably will.